INTRODUCTION : PROSIER POESIE
Prose bereft of herbal rhyme being pricked by ' vers libre ' are but rose-thorns in the prosaic-nose albeit healed to be married poetically by Prosier-roses scented; an ambience shower of velvet, confetti-petals detached however are loosed into ailing winds to be found somewhere ' out there' in a decaying,...More
Jyotirmaya Thakur (retired Principal) is the author of twenty-six books . Multi - genre award winning poet of more than 300 awards from literary and humanitarian organisations. A reviewer, translator, columnist, researcher, spiritual, social and environmental activist. She serves on various prestigious Committees as International Ambassador in many literary and humanitarian organisations. Her work has been published in more than 500 anthologies, magazines internationally and translated into many languages. She is invited to prestigious Literary festivals as a special guest.
Jyotirmaya Thakur (retired Principal) is the author of twenty-six books . Multi - genre award winning poet of more than 300 awards from literary and humanitarian organisations. A reviewer, translator, columnist, researcher, spiritual, social and environmental activist. She serves on various prestigious Committees as International Ambassador in many literary and humanitarian organisations. Her work has been published in more than 500 anthologies, magazines internationally and translated into many languages. She is invited to prestigious Literary festivals as a special guest.
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INTRODUCTION : PROSIER POESIE
Prose bereft of herbal rhyme being pricked by ' vers libre ' are but rose-thorns in the prosaic-nose albeit healed to be married poetically by Prosier-roses scented; an ambience shower of velvet, confetti-petals detached however are loosed into ailing winds to be found somewhere ' out there' in a decaying, scent-vented orbit of poetic-time relented; allured by mother poetry whose gravity maintains a proximity consented, not as yet touching to become stanza-versed in maternal rotation; redolent, velvety words thus slowly float down to sail as leaves settled on water yet adrift in slow motion; their meanings however sink or rise in rapids or becalmed flows, and scents trust in their aroma for any downwind reception. Poetry thus fettered and lettered are scents sent downstream to a Prose-poetry mooring, tethered to a fragile, Poesy-chained, flotilla-convention. If a gossamer-thread forbids a weighty, wordy-web to weave; Prosier-scented, red-raindrops will lightly hang on their whiffy washing…..
Jyotirmaya Thakur
